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Sand at my feet, pocket full of brocken shells, each wave a rythm to a different beat; This is what life could be. The sand the wave the sea. How far is my reach, from here on the beach?
I’m going to tell you something, a story of when I was just an adolescent Not quite a child, nor a man, but the desire to be one was present In my soul, I was thirsting, wanting to be accepted
I’ve been all over the United States
Sparks ignite The arid fields And childhood memories  A glow Hangs like hell above Bathed in warm light Flames climb The walls of the house In which we once slept Hopes
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